But how it kept rising makes me think this isn’t just the old saying that Americans like to throw around during problematic moments of elections they feel have become increasingly bizarre parades of manic lunacy.

Canada is awesome. And any way you cut it, this house party of America, with its plentiful spread of Doritos and Budweiser, is on fire. I don’t care who you’re voting for, this election has been bonkers.

As the flames eat away at the structural integrity of what was once a beloved estate with landscaped gardens, you’re looking at the neighbor’s house, with everyone cozily watching a movie inside, and then looking back at your house where Donald Trump is pouring gasoline on the veranda, and you’re thinking, “Can I really leave my friends and family?”

Now is the time to start saying your goodbyes. Come November, that border’s going to look like an evacuation scene in a disaster flick. By the way, if you don’t think people are serious, there’s this.